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    S. Libellule wrote a new post

    Unspilt Ink:

    It is not untrue to now say,how I have made my own wayacross every single distant sea,on this course to unfind me. A sacred quest here, alone,as if now meant to atonefor the sins that I committed,since all the receipts...

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  • I just want to make a quick suggestion. Could we have an actual edit button on our poems and posts,instead of having to delete the whole thing?

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  • The Glowing Sun

    Let me tell you a tale.Of a glowing sun far away that fell.When it's day,it shines brightly. And darkness doesn't want to fight me.The sun one day was up in the sky.She questioned,I feel weird,broken. But why?One day,the sun had met...

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    • I like to look at this piece as metaphorical analogy – a description of friendship and how people glow off each other. As simple as you seem to make it, the piece exemplifies the complexity of relationships – how our energy feeds one another. I like it.

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    Suspect Logic

    Looking back not so long agoOn the outskirts of losing controlGuilt is a cancer moving slowWhile fear bleeds a fractured soul When did it all go off the rails?That first hint of random changeRevealing a devil in the detailsSuspect logic...

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    • Oof…i felt this one like a fist in the gut. Guilt truly is like cancer…eats you up. And fear will wear you down. And they tag team far too well. The amazing thing about your late night musing is that it’s not directed. You let it take the wheel…& where it takes the reader is anyone’s guess. But we’re all buckled in for a fantastic ride, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. They are a powerful tag team for sure. I try not to alter lines, other than maybe shaving a word here and there for better flow. But for the most part I don’t have a preconceived notion of what I’m writing about. That’s only on poetry though, proses I usually have an idea of what story I’m telling. The tangents I go on are improvised though. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Guilt provokes necrosis of the soul…
      Great piece Damian. ⚘️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Jade. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Nice line, that works for me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I’ve been living with guilt for 30 years … I know

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Sam. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Then you definitely understand, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damian, I gave up living with guilt long ago. I surrendered it, to a force much greater than I.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I too have surrendered a lot of mine as well, to a greater force as well. Except for a very deep and complicated guilt over a situation, and it’s a work in progress at the moment. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Life is a ride with different turns. Great ink

    • Guilt sucks. Practice in becoming a sociopath. It will erase all those guilty feelings. Great write Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it might, but I don’t know if I’d like myself anymore. Although if I was a sociopath I probably wouldn’t care, would I? No, it’s a hard no. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Daniel Long wrote a new post

    The Ghost of My Father

    That ghost in the corner, always alone in the corner, quiet with a thousand yard stare  into nothing but the television.    A television playing old, grainy films of which all the actors and actresses themselves are now ghosts as well. Only rarely did this ghost...

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    • I had a similar experience with my father.
      It’s took me decades to understand his silence
      But like you somewhere down the line I found a pen that allowed me to write and I never looked back.
      Years later after so much need that went unanswered I finally made peace with his silence. He loved his family, he just wasn’t vocal for for whatever reasons. On my wedding day he did speak a loving dedication to my wife and I. I carry that in my heart.
      He was a fine father now gone 26 years. I think of him everyday and when I need guidance I find him on my shoulder with silent wisdom.

      I wish you godspeed, if he’s alive there’s perhaps still time Daniel

      No Judgments

      BIG LIKE your write ✍

    • Daniel, this both beautiful and sad. I’m so sorry your father felt like a ghost to you. For me, it was my mother who dropped the ball at motherhood. She pushed my father away from us children. He was a good man, but she wouldn’t allow me to get to know him.
      Think about this, bad things happen sometimes to push us forward, to make us stretch and grow. I believe you have, Daniel.

    • Writing is the best thing I’ve ever done. I will surely keep doing me as it is more powerful than any medication.

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